[St. Ives by Robert Louis Stevenson]@TWC D-Link bookSt. Ives CHAPTER I--A TALE OF A LION RAMPANT 3/29
Little did I suppose that his ramrod body and frozen face would, in the end, step in between me and all my dearest wishes; that upon this precise, regular, icy soldier-man my fortunes should so nearly shipwreck! I never liked, but yet I trusted him; and though it may seem but a trifle, I found his snuff-box with the bean in it come very welcome. For it is strange how grown men and seasoned soldiers can go back in life; so that after but a little while in prison, which is after all the next thing to being in the nursery, they grow absorbed in the most pitiful, childish interests, and a sugar biscuit or a pinch of snuff become things to follow after and scheme for! We made but a poor show of prisoners.
The officers had been all offered their parole, and had taken it.
They lived mostly in suburbs of the city, lodging with modest families, and enjoyed their freedom and supported the almost continual evil tidings of the Emperor as best they might.
It chanced I was the only gentleman among the privates who remained.
A great part were ignorant Italians, of a regiment that had suffered heavily in Catalonia.
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